thumbs to the sky as we cosmically hitchhike, distances we can't find on earth but somehow hide inside our minds.  ignition sequence, a countdown said in rewind.  one more time for the sake of headlines that will seek to remind the exploration we've stopped and now just pantomime.

we are a planet sized diamond or the birth of galaxies in ultra-violet; the fusion of an atom or the things that science can't fathom.  the creation of a star and the worlds that are suddenly becoming less far.  Let's hotwire a rocketship, vacation in zero G.  we'll redefine gravity and finally understand relativity.

this is the last time I go to NASA for an answer.